3rd Bass - Wordz Of Wizdom - 3rd Bass Lyrics

And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not what your country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country
And now, back to New York

Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic
Avante garder, not a heretic
Figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium
Pete Nice, elemental like uranium

Throwin' joints, blowin' like a cool breeze
Swimmin' in, I lift on juice, I wax MC's
These hoes go frontin' on my Jimmy
I smack 'em on the back, sit 'em down, say

Gimme some rhythm, baby loosen up my collar
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin', top
I never stop, with Serch and Sam drillin' it

Soul in the Hole, MC's workin'
Kickin' it, vickin', the suckers who be jerkin'
Me and my posse are hardcore, you want some more
Reason that I'm squeezin' your girl, you never please her enough

So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter
Cut her off, my wisdom wiser so I muster
Rows of all opposed, lows conquer all
Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear def clothes

Dapper like Dan from, three the hard one
Never stigmatize as a rapper or I'll slap ya
You're stung from my tongue as you run from the drum
Diggy drum, three the hard way, wordz of wizdom

This time there was three
One two, three the hard way
This time there was three
One two, three the hard way

A branch of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home
Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
Make you your will Bill, three is gonna break out

The style, me and P E T E
Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat
And I'll lay the plan, oh man

You just got taken, I took a head out
Attack on the back of the six of the Guinness Stout
Usin' abusin', those of the past tense
Funning gunning, but I'm summing up the nonsense

Three, the hard way, cards laid are okay
Gettin' up and settin' up, just for a payday
The minister, sinister I ain't no devil
Ten snakes circle and scoundrel Sam level

This track to smack, the smile off a doubter
The brother's, another MC who's about
Frontin' like he's buntin', deceivin' the delinquent
Rappers on track, bustin' out a medium

For those opposed, who manifest a diss
Pete tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the wordz of wizdom

This time there was three
One two, three the hard way
This time there was three"
One two, three the hard way

A ludicrous Buddhist, boo this when I do this
So true to this, perpetrators view this
Style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical
Three the hard way, boy you need medical attention

I'm like a surgeon in my left hand
Hold a microphone like a scalpel so you understand
Wordz of wisdom, woven like a spider
Bitch on my tip, I get busy and I ride her

Uptown, then I drown her like a psycho-pathic
'Cause I'm graphic on the mic I never let go
Light skinner eat dinner like a soul man
Prove with the rhyme I'm down, Sam's hands

Transform strong, too strong, as a good pitch
Switch up the wizdom, into word which
Kicks out the Benzi in a frenzy it sends me
Up the Bronx River back to Brooklyn apprehends me

Like a D-Tech bustin' my man in the projects
I'll send you up North, I ain't givin' respect
Prejudicial, your style artificial
As live as limb that's attached to a cripple

It's simple, so simple, eliminate you like Gotti
I chill in Bed-Stuy and drive a Mazzeratti
With the body of a freak on my side, how am I livin'?
How ya livin'? Larger than large, with the wordz of wizdom

Hyper-selective, Serch is attracting
Females who focus on the future, not slacking
Rhythmic it's too quick, feel it, I let it flow
Sam Sever seas'll submerge, so let it go

Throughout, or put out, lyrics like a D-valve
Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out
And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
Pete Nice, Serch, produced by Sam Sever

Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not Shoe Town
A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound
Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece
Foamin' at the mouth punk, you need a leash

What are you sick? I'm a slick stupid scientist
Rhymin' that you can't comprehend but you're buyin' this
Record I'm wreckin', my homeboys are breakin'
Hopin' that you're copin', no slopin', I'm not takin' no shorts

'Cause I'm playin' the high post
Ask any girl in the place, who's the fly most
Brother with a cover, shootin' to my cribbo
The tease wants a please, girl screamin' ditto

So I did this, I needed the bed rest
Hangin' with the bangin' on the strength, there's no contest
Physically or lyrically, it's my kingdom
Stingin' 'em and bringin' 'em the wordz of wizdom

This time there was three
One two, three the hard way
This time there was three
One two, three the hard way

Shammo, hook up the def mix
All but three of the defendants were found guilty
All but three of the defendants were found guilty